Roses are Red. Violets are Red. Lavender and lemons and oranges are Red. Fury is Red. Cunning is Red. Deceitful and determined and dauntless is Red. But afraid is Red. Lost is Red. Missing and wishing and hoping is Red. ~ Red is a closed book, one that no one in Tulsa can seem read. Ponyboy and the others rarely dig up clues from her past life - except that she hasn't had enough to live a normal one. All Red has done for the past two years is travel, searching for the missing puzzle piece in her life. Can Ponyboy figure her out...before she decides to move on? 5,589.

[✓] ∥ "Cloe." "Cloe?" "Yes, Cloe." "...As in Lorena Cloe?" "How many Cloes do we know?" The taller of the two college boys looked across the bar, at the brunette who was sitting at a table in the corner. She was drinking Coke and talking to her friend, which he recently realized is a routine of hers. He knew her well; from the hallways, as well as class. He knew she spent days with her head in a book, or talking to the same group of people. There was nothing really special about her, nor did she catch anyone's eye for longer than five seconds. It confused him how she seemed to like it that way. He also knew that she was not just hard to get, but nearly impossible to. For someone as confident as him, he doubted himself quite a bit when it came to her. Nevertheless, he turned to his friend, a relaxed and casual look on his face, making him seem almost bored. "Deal." - Watty Awards 2013 Winner - Copyright © 2013 by funkystyles